So much magic, so much.

Beautiful people of P!, with you, a fruit of my shy inspiration... You saw when between two people there is magic, so much magic, so... That something like this has to happen... This is what this brief story is about, I hope you like it and understand something (Because I felt like a lot stayed in my head!) Kisses to all the good and lovely-souled people out here. Every day I love you more.So much magic, so much.Name and last name. I'm looking for you on Facebook. It seems that yesterday you were still boyfriend with that girl who was going to leave you a few years ago to be with me. When I didn't say 'Do it, love, I want us to be together'.

And I go back to acting without thinking, with my soul, by impulse, driven by that energy that rarely meets in the maelstrom of bodies, minds, and postmodern hearts. Like that time when I gave you my old MSN and we started talking, falling in love with each other like before we had fallen in love with our words. I write to you. And fuck you in a few lines my name and last name, and my desire to see you.

You know me. Although we've only seen each other a couple of times. You know what's at stake. What it means to me that play. And I think you also know what it could mean for you to respond to me. Run the river. There was so much magic. So much.

The date is at your apartment. And I accept. No, no public places this time. This time the public is the fire that runs through me and the only spectator is you.

The doorman was at the door when I rang the bell, so I went up alone. Although I had been carrying my desire for you with me for years. I didn't want you as much all this time, there were times when I even forgot about you. But.

Will it be because you were the first to make me believe it was possible?

I feel the suffocation of doubt, I swallow my fears and choke more. While my right index finger makes your bell ring. And electricity seems to reach me. The door opens when I finish filling my lungs with air after who knows how many hours. And your eyes, and mine, and years, and life, and desires...

With my mouth open I climb onto those lips, crying an emotion that shames me. You flood my tongue with your saliva, bite my soul. Dry my cheeks with caresses and more kisses.

My hands recognize your bare shoulders as if they had been mine in another life. Your teeth tremble my nipples and my sex drips on your left hand, provoked by your fingers.

My breath drops leaving kisses on the path from your neck to each of the swollen veins of that enflamed cock you have for me. Your gaze completes the pleasure of my full and supplicating mouth, and you beg me to make love to you.

And I want to do it with you. You kiss my smiling mouth. You suck my breasts again. You devour my pussy with majesty. And although I'm trembling with pleasure, I invite you in.

With the rigidity of a broken heart, you penetrate me. My pussy contracts at each step of your cock inside me. And you pull out a moan. And I relax and advance further. I scratch that back that is already mine. You bite my mouth. We enter a wild and mystical dance, without time or place. The oscillation of our bodies is a furious melody.

You only stop to look at me and sink your fingers into my mouth, taking them, wet with my kisses, to my clitoris. And I no longer know who I am, only that I am yours, and your owner at the same time, because what I'm feeling I want for myself forever.

The thrusts and friction take me to heaven, and I cry out on your skin and sheets in a scream that only silences with your lips. You leave me and offer me your orgasm. Before my eyes and on my skin, your explosion leaves marks that are more than semen.

They are part of all the magic that unites us.